Nacre–See also: mother of pearl.
I was going to ask this question just last week of y’all. Glad to see it posted. My experience with cynics is that they run the gamut from the “I recognise the irony/idealism vs. reality in your statement, but I choose not to illustrate it to you, preferring to enjoy my cynical awareness all by myself”, to “I hear the devil on my shoulder whispering and so I feel I must echo his refrain out loud to you for your own enlightenment”, to “I cannot shout out loudly enough, or at enough length, about my recognition of (anyone’s) foolish fantasy notions, both for my own amusement and for the betterment of mankind!” And if you cannot fail to point out your OWN crossing of the line into unreality about a situation from time to time, you are called self-deprecating, which is my own favorite “brand” of cynicism.
I felt myself to be a fairly cynical individual until my b/f came along to prove to me that I’m a hapless Pollyanna in comparison to his finely-honed and acerbic cynicism. I concede defeat at his hands. It’s quite attractive, actually.